Alejandro's Wet Return

Chicago—November, 2018

Do you remember Alejandro?  It’s been awhile since I’ve written about him.  (Our first meet, with some hot pics of him, is here.)  He is a man who loves the blog, piss, pits, and hard raw fucking.  After chatting with me for more than a year, he flew into Chicago from the East Coast for some very wet play.  Maybe this will remind you:

This time, we chatted for a good month before the meet.  He asked for some role play while online, which we did—all about his supposedly hooking up with a young vanilla guy in Chicago—and it was actually old, perverted me he would stumble in on. 

On the appointed day, I set up the sling at my usual motel on the north side of the city, hydrating like crazy.  The rimseat was to the side of the stripped down bed.  I also set a towel on a tarp, just as you came into the room.  I wrote a note about him stripping down to just his jock and A-shirt and left it on the towel. I also included something he wasn’t expecting— it told him to kneel there and tie the yellow bandanna around his eyes…

A text comes in.  He’s here.  I shoot him the room number, crack the door and step into the bathroom.  I put on my own mask.  I have on ancient jeans and flannel shirt.

I hear him come in and strip down.  When all is quiet, I step out.  He looks incredibly hot—and vulnerable.  His hands are behind his back.  I step in.  The mound of my cock flesh, hidden by all that denim, rubs his face.  I grab the back of his head as he protests…and let the piss begin to flow.  He can’t feel it at first, but then it’s obvious what’s happening, the denim is becoming soggy with my piss flow.  He groans…and rips the blindfold off.  The role play goes out the window as I unzip and make him take my wet, pissed out dick into his mouth.

I am hard instantly.  Alejandro jumps into the sling as I strip out of the wet jeans.  I get on my knees and pull his ass cheeks apart.  His ass hair is trimmed from the last time I was here, but it is wet and juicy from anticipation.  I stick my tongue deep into that beautiful butt.  I hear the poppers open.  My bladder tells me I still have some piss in reserve.  I stand up and hose down his ass crack.

Alejandro grunts out his surprise and pleasure, while kneading the pouch of his now sodden jock.  I go back to licking my piss out of his ass crack.  I am rewarded with a shower of his piss streaming down onto my face and tongue.  I drill our combined fluids into his ass.  I lube my dick with the coconut oil as I lick and suck.

I stand up and enter him for the first time in months.  I go in slowly.  Carefully.  With our eyes locked on each other.  I seem him melt into the actuality of the feeling we have been talking about for so long.  I point up to the mirror, reminding him he can see me inching into his wet ass.  He glances up and groans as he sees my thick cock splitting him open.

My full length is finally in him.  I take a deep breath as I hold in place.  And I begin to fuck him.  He’s right with me, squeezing when he should, breathing into the stroke.  His ass feels wet and hot, and has that extra drag of a tight ass. 

I begin to pick up speed and really fuck him.  I slam into him, grabbing the bars of the sling frame next to the mirror for support. 

“Fuck me…” he mumbles.  “Fuck me with that big…”

He is cut off, for I pull out and shoot a blast of piss across his chest.  I push right back into his hole.

“Piss fuck me!”

I give him slow long strokes as I say “I have something different for you…”

I slow the fuck and pull out.  I move to the cooler I brought with me.  The devil’s dick container is right there.  I pull it out.  “I have 9 loads for you…”

I open the lid.  Even on ice blocks, the solid mass of cum has melted.  But it is still in the condom.

My hard cock brushes his ass lips.  I work just the head back into him.  I reach for the shot glass the condom rests in.  I pour it on my dick.

I fuck my cum covered cock into his ass.  Over and over.  Pour and pump.  I fuck my once frozen jizz into him.

His hole is now awash with nine loads of cum and whatever piss I have fucked into him.   I don’t dwell on that, or I’ll add a fresh load faster than I want to…The fuck is making that terrific slurping sound as I move in and out of him.

I pull out and give him my cum covered cock to clean.  He does so, ravenously.  I move back around.  I kneel and taste the delicious mix of all the juices in his ass.  I can’t stop…

*****

We have done a ton of fucking.  I have licked his pits out—and pissed in them—and licked again.  He loves sucking my dick after the dick head has mopped up all that flavor and pheromones in his armpit. 

I move back between his legs.  I taste his hole, briefly.  I will myself to stand up and fuck, when I could happily stay right there.  I suddenly stop the deep in and out and begin filling his ass with piss.  Alejandro knows just what he’s feeling—he’s been waiting for it.  I pump more and more piss into him.   It raises the temperature of his canal.  I begin a slow pump, listening to the slosh.  I don’t want to lose too much on the back stroke, so I fuck him gently.

“Let me feed you.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I help him out and I get under the rimseat.  He sits…just in time.  My tongue parts his puffy ass lips.  I open my mouth and a gusher splashes into me from his quivering hole.  An incredible mix of piss and all that cum from the Devil’s Dick.  More and more pours out of him.  My cock is rock hard as I feast on the juices we are sharing.

It only gets better when I save some in my mouth to give him a sloppy, wet kiss…